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      After two or three times he opened the window.

      ‘What do you want?’

      ‘Got anything to eat? I ain’t had nothing.’

      ‘I got some melon I nicked.’

      ‘Give us a bit then—I’m bleeding starving.’

      He tied the melon on a piece of string and dangled it down. Just as I grabbed it me mum come in and didn’t she smack me arse.

      Me mum never let me get away with anything. She would say, ‘Don’t you ever do that again,’ and then—bang! She gave me some whackings but it only made me worse. The old man was away in the war and so me mum gave the orders. Sometimes, if the old man was home on leave and we made him really angry, he would unthread his Army belt, raise it up and roar at us—but he never hit us. It was me mum who would wring our necks if she found us out. Luckily, she never really knew what we was up to. Every day I nicked something from the shops and stalls round Archway, specially the greengrocer’s. If you are hungry you got to live.

      They called me mum Dinah Day, but I think her real name was Alice Maud. Dad was William Day. We lived in Balmore Street, N19, a street where there was so much villainry going on, so many drunks and gambling and Gawd knows what, that at night the police would only come down in twos. Everyone knew it as Tiger Bay.

      The house we lived in had two floors and a basement. The Lennys had the top floor and we had the first floor and the airy below. There was Mum, Dad, Alice, Bill, Bob, Jim, me and Lulu. On the pavement outside there was a round hole with a lid that was once the coal hole for the cellar. Me mate, Bill Rudd, who we called Ruddy, slept in the cellar on a mattress that me mum slung down there for him.

      Ruddy’s real home was further up the street, four houses past the alley that went down to our school. Before he come to us his mum died and he lived for a while with his sister and his old man. His dad was a very strict old boy—a ‘stiff collar’ sort who liked a drink but never got drunk. He was a grave digger for donkey’s years at Highgate Cemetery, but he earned poor money—very poor money. Ruddy’s sister was a nurse up the hospital. Ruddy come to live with us when she found a bloke and moved out. Every day me mum gave me a cup of tea and a slice of bread and dripping to take down to him. The rest of his food he had to find hisself.

      Our garden was just like all the other gardens in the street. We had one toilet for the two families and there was always a row about who should clean it out. The rest of the garden was filled with me dad’s geraniums, and pens and sheds for our chickens, ducks and rabbits. We kept pigeons to race and had an aviary full of wild birds. Our dogs was kept out there too—everyone in the street had dogs.

      When I was only about four years old I went into the garden and seen one of our teeny chicks dragging his leg.

      I says to me brother, ‘Oh look, Bill, that poor chicken has broke his leg.’

      ‘Has it?’

      ‘Yeah, poor thing.’

      Bill says, ‘Go along to the chemist shop and get him some sixpenny chicken crutches.’

      He gave me a sixpence and I went into the chemist at the end of our street. Inside was Mr Armitage, the tall old boy what owned it.

      I says, ‘Can I have a pair of sixpenny crutches for me chicken?’

      Didn’t he laugh! When I got home Bill thought it was a great joke.

      At the other end of our street a family called the Booths had a greengrocer’s shop. There was nineteen kids in that family and me mum was midwife to the lot. She brought all of them into the world. Cor blimey, what a family! Old Mother Booth was a fat woman with great big breasts, and she was the boss alright. Mr Booth was only a little old boy, no more than five foot high. He maintained Highgate Cemetery and moved big tombstones onto the graves from the stonemason’s next door. His poor old horse, Nobby, had to move them stones round all bleeding day. We called him Rat-tailed Nobby cause he only had a little tail.

      The cemetery was right next to our street, so me and me mates was always larking round in there. On Sundays it was filled with dozens of people come to visit graves. It was a long walk from some of the graves to the water tap. We sold clean jam jars to the mourners for a penny each and filled them up with water for a penny more. When they had gone we pinched the flowers off the graves and sold them. We took the wreaths too, pulled the moss off and sold them for a ha’penny back to the florist.

       II

      I was five years old when I started school, the year before the fourteen war ended. The sky was filled with observation balloons. There was two blokes sat inside each basket looking for German aircraft coming in. We waved at them from the school playground and they waved back at us. The balloons was up there night and day, hundreds of them, all over the show.

      The war never really meant anything to us kids. Me mum would put a blanket all the way round our big table in the kitchen and say, ‘Get under there.’ That table was our air raid shelter. We all got tucked in underneath and thought it was a bit of fun. The Booths would come over to our house and get under the table or under the stairs with us. Sometimes me gran was there too.

      Me gran was always in and out of our house or me mum would go up the road to her house. We always shouted out when we passed her sitting on her step. Sometimes she would send me for a jug of black beer and I would drink a drop on the way back. She was a little old Spanish woman with a long black plait down her back. I don’t think I knew her name—we just called her Gran. She was always in black. Her skirt was tight round her waist and it come out down to the floor. She looked like a little tent walking round. Lots of women wore those long dresses dragging the ground and they got filthy at the bottom. Me gran was a nice old lady. Mind you, if you was cheeky to her she slapped you round the ear’ole—bang!—no arguments. She was very strict.

      When the war started hotting up we all traipsed down to the tube station and slept on the platform every night. Everybody in the street went down there. Cor blimey, it stunk like merry hell with all the drunken old sods, stunk terrible. The only good thing about it was it was nice and warm. When they knew there was going to be an air raid the fire engine went along the top of the road sounding the sirens. It was a cart with a big tank in the middle and a big pump on it, drawn by horses. When they blew the old bugle you knew there was an air raid coming. Once I seen a fleet of German airplanes come low across over our house, flying in the shape of a tick.

      There weren’t a lot of bombing but I can remember four bombs. The very first one hit Highgate Hospital. It landed right on the big iron gates. The gatekeeper weren’t there so nobody got killed—it just blew the gates away. The next one was at the foot of Parliament Hill Fields as you enter from West Hill. We used that one as a swimming pool when it got full up with water. Another fell not far from the Highgate ponds.

      The fourth bomb was dropped near the gun on the top of Parliament Hill. It practically landed on me Uncle Fred who ran a gun called Big Bertha. A little dog, a whippet, ran into the fenced off area round the gun during that air raid. Nobody claimed it so me uncle bought it down to our house. He would often come over with some food for us. You could walk it in a quarter of an hour.

      Me mum says to him, ‘Ooo he’s a lovely little boy, ain’t he?’

      He says, ‘It ain’t a boy it’s a gel. Do you want her?’

      ‘Yeah, I’ll have her, lovely little dog.’

      ‘Alright, Dinah. Take her on.’

      So we got the dog. Mum called her Nel and kept her for fourteen years. She was me mother’s water bottle. She used to get into the bed and wiggle her way down to the bottom and the old gel would put her feet on her of a night time.

      We always had two or three dogs living with us. I had a Bull Terrier, but I don’t know if I ever give him a name. I had him a couple or three years but then he strangled hisself with

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